Ellicott City is built of granite, on granite. Large stone outcroppings are everywhere. Most of the ones along Main Street were blasted away long ago, but one remains. The "Rock", that's all we called it. I understand it was earlier known as Powell's Rock, although I don't know the story behind the name. In a more innocent time, we used to sit up there, and think no one could see us or know we were there, and watch the world go by. It is a little hard to climb, but once you get used to it, it is hard to resist. Once you have climbed up, there is a nice level place to sit. To get down, you sit on your behind and slide.
After some of us grew older, we still liked to sit on the "Rock" but being older, some of us were boisterous, and called out to people and poked fun at them, from our protected position. This eventually led to a time when the local police would try to keep everyone off of the Rock.
I think next time I'm in town, I'm gonna get a little time to myself up on the "Rock".
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